We at da beach.
I’ll be sure to get some drunk sketches posted for you guys upon my return.
pierce those heavens,
Caldwell
Clark - May 8th, 2008
Yeah, I turned it in. That’s it. I’ve done everything I could do.
It’s a weird feeling to have my college career end. I honestly didn’t think it would.
But now, it’s all over. I did it. Like the first time I defeated Ganon in Zelda: A Link to the Past (best vidjergame ever made), I’m left feeling empty, not victorious. Sure, I did beat college; in fact, you could say I won it. Congrats. Whenever I played video games as a kid, I always felt uncomfortable after completing them, wondering to myself, “What do I do now?” I wasn’t sad or lonely, just unsure what to do with my button-mashing hands. That sort of unsettling feeling is creeping back, now that I’ve won the game degree. As I’ve said before, it’s a hard line to walk between emo and genuinely concerned for the future. I know that I’m part of the latter group, but there’s no question that I’m: 1) clueless, and 2) holding my future in my hands. That’s a REALLY bad combination.
Seriously, what do I do now?*
*inb4HighLife4Fridays
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Timestamp changed as to appear on mainpage. Srry felks!
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Pinkerton Says:
I’ll tell you what my parents told me every time my life was crushed by waves of poverty or disease: The world is your oyster. Now don’t die or I can’t use your social security check. And clean the house.
Out at the country. Boy, sure are a lot of beaten, starved horses out here. And love bugs having smexes in my drink. Had to buy like three times as many because of these horny bugs.
Dear Jeebus it’s Tuesday night! They party like the GAWDS!
We are back, the party has ended…for NOW
If drinking copious amounts of beer at the beach could cure disease, you would right now be thanking me for taking care of psoriasis, scoliosis, rubella, and Ewe Boll (he is the cancer killing videjergame movies).
You’re welcome.
Wait, if your out of college… Is the Quarter Life Crisis over????
Quarter Life Crisis… over… that’s foolishment!
IT HAS MERELY BEGUN
Truly, the QLC as we know it occurs when College, the bastion of security and partying, comes to an end. It’s like being ripped from a mother’s womb, except messier.
I fond it oddly easy to imagine a large naked college student falling out of the doors of a college coated in liquor, crying gasping for air.
Wow, you were at that party too?
Naw, I just knew a guy who went to eight years of college, kinda reminiscent of Jack Black in ‘Orange County’